Rhythms of Purgatory

Rhythms of Purgatory “Dance for us,” her grandchildren yell, just as the woman, elderly and spritely, rises to her feet, a smile lighting up her face. Her eyes survey the…

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Upon Tides of Leaving

‘Make me a fine boy,’ the young man says, his tone solicitous, expectant. Then, a cheeky grin creases his face and his eyes twinkle, as he wets an index finger with his tongue and furiously rubs at a smudge on his right cheek.

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